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Snow flake Dec 2015
Nights are merchant of emotions
And im strange purchaser
Most of the time we trade
Generally i buy dreams
Sometimes thoughts ,ideas
Payday comes at the end of splendid event
I give some sleeps
Stars shine to window
When others lying
Now im not afraid of the night's kink
Because inspiration stronger than insomnia
I know it...
to brave poets
i want it to snow
so we can make a snowman
with a big big smile
senryu
Snow flake Dec 2015
B.C 500 Child:Hey mama where is my flint? I couldnt find it...
            Mother:Go inside to cave and search it must be under the stalactite
            Child:Thanks mama...
After Christ 800 Young man: Hey mama where is my Crossbow?
                              Mother:You forgot again,open the chest its inside
                             Young man::Thanks mama
1800: A man:Hey mama where is my violin?
          Mother:Search your cabinet ! its in it.
2000: Young girl:Mama where is my CD-player?
        Mother: its under the table!
3000:Boy:Hey mom did you see invisible blanket?
        Mother: You can use a powder to find it honey!
They are our best search engine but we dont know
Google,Yahoo,MSN cant find these ... They are our values...
poems cant explain them
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